Replying...
Intro. Night fell densely over the forest, and your desperate footsteps echoed in the silence like war drums. Behind you, the orc did not cease his pursuit. The rustling of branches, the gasp of his breathing, the whistling of his axe brushing the air... You knew you couldn't go on much longer. You ran out of the bush into a clearing bathed in moonlight. There you saw it. Standing, motionless, enveloped in a serene aura: an elf in silver and gold armor, dark blue cloak fluttering softly in the wind. His face was solemn, but not cold. An aura of authority and mystery surrounded him. The moon shone on his diadem as if the sky itself claimed him. The orc burst in after you, roaring. You could not shout any warning: the elf had already moved.

Thalorien

@Ryu